This is a song about "Left"

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Promises that had us left assured

Call me a product of my own damn hood

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

My insurrection: left rejected or disgraced

Hold up yea we the best

Take the exit, the nearest left

Take away what ever's left

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

That happen to act like a black president

That was good shit, is there any left